You’re quietly laying on the couch, your head rests against the headrest as you hold a book over your face, scanning it intently as the fireplace crackles quietly beside you.

Markus’ fingers slide over the top of your book and he lowers your book down. As he moved your book away, he smiled down at you, his face illuminated by the fire. He’s dressed in baggy pajamas that complimented his innocent demeanor.

“Whatcha readin’, bugbear?” He calls you that familiar nickname as he crawls onto the couch with you with a sigh.